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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I didn't notice the cold outside for the next few minutes. Possibly because my face was frozen into the Burger King's creepy visage-he wanted my number. He wanted to talk to me, for some strange reason. And I was ostensibly interested in talking to him, or I wouldn't have given ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkyeTeauver/1098317/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkyeTeauver/1093432/</link>
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			<title>The Uncivil War</title>
			<description>What I think, what he thinks, what they think...and that it really just matters what I think.</description>
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